Contracted by the Biker

Chapter 2

Aurora's POV

"Erm... what did you say?" The stranger asked, leaning in a bit.

"Erm... nothing. Forgive me, I'm a little drunk, but I'm not actually drunk." I blabbed, making him chuckle.

I was a little flustered. He was absolutely gorgeous. Maybe even almost as gorgeous as Kai. It was dark and the lights were dim and the colors were changing constantly, but I could still see his beautiful brown eyes. They were complemented by his brown hair and his flawlessly white skin.

"It's alright, my lady." He whispered, taking a shot of whiskey.

"Ah, a gentleman." I giggled, taking more shots.

"Sometimes." He said, taking a glance at me through his sides. "There are some situations where I'd rather be rough."

"Oh." I sounded excited. I was excited, and I was already anticipating what I might never allow. "You better be as good as you say you are."

"Oh, trust me, I am better." He said, making us both laugh.

I ran my hand across my hair, tying it in a bun, before asking for a refill again.

"Even the strongest of men would already be drunk if they have had the number of shots you've had." He said. I shrugged.

"I've had training. I might also have caused to believe that a certain amount of misery makes you very immune to alcohol."

"Might I ask what has caused this misery?"

"Oh, I'd really hate to bore you to death with the details. Let's just talk about anything else." I said, gulping the contents of the glasses again.

"Try me." He said, making me laugh. I could already feel the effects of the alcohol kicking in. God knows what took it so long.

"Well, I got divorced and it's my fault." I said, telling him the whole story. I added touches of comedy to make it seem less grim. He was laughing everytime, making me ease up to speak with him better.

I was done telling the most tragedic story of my life. We were still reeling from laughing so hard.

"I've got a question though." He said, taking another shot. I was absolutely drunk already at this point. I could tell that he was too.

"Ask away..." I said, shaking my head for his name.

"Jonathan. " He said calmly. "Jonathan Heather."

He spoke like the name was supposed to mean something.

"Well, I'm Aurora. Aurora Macbell before, now Aurora Martel."

"Your name is almost as beautiful as you are." Jonathan said. We maintained eye contact for a while and suddenly, we laughed. If the circumstances were different, I might have laughed.

"So, my question." Jonathan said. "What did you get from this contract marriage?"

"Money." I responded. "I did it for the money. My sister is horribly sick and my mom is a little irresponsible."

We laughed at my statement.

"So, he was getting what he wanted and I was too. It was just a means to end for both of us."

"But it turned into something more for you?"

"Eventually... yeah."

"Why did this Lucia lady live with you?"

I sighed deeply.

"He probably couldn't bear living far away from her. That's a valid reason." I started. "But his father ordered him to let her stay."

"The way you've spoken about the man today, he sounds like one hell of a scary person." Jonathan smirked.

"Oh, he is." I said. "Kai never bent to him for any reason. That made me realize that he also wanted her in the house."

That took a very sad tone. We took our shots in silence.

"Well, enough about me, Jonathan. Tell me every juicy detail about you." I giggled, taking a pause on the amount of alcohol I was taking.

"There's really nothing fun about me." Jonathan smiled as he spoke. "I'm just a random guy that enjoys speaking with pretty ladies."

"So, I take it that you speak to a lot of people daily?" I responded, biting my lower lips.

"Not really." Jonathan stared into his cup as he spoke. "There's just been one in the past weeks and she's sitting right beside me."

Jonathan slowly turned his gaze from his cup to my face, making me feel hot inside my stomach. I bit my lower lips even harder as we maintained eye contact. Every bone in my body wanted to get down with this hot stranger that I knew nothing about.

"You should really stop looking at me like that." I said, breathing raggedly. "I might just eat your face up."

"I mean, I wouldn't mind that." Jonathan said, running his eyes through my body. Though I was seated, his eyes ran through my body in the perfect way. I could imagine him imagining how good it'd be to have s*x with me. "After all, I do have a perfect skill set that I'd love to show you."

"If your game doesn't match your words, it'd be very disappointing." I did not take my eyes off him. I chuckled a bit and winked at him.

"I think the alcohol is doing so much to me already." Jonathan whispered.

"Oh, I'd really hate to take advantage of you." I said, making us laugh.

"Well, it doesn't sound so horrible for two adults to want to have a go at it." Jonathan responded drunkly.

"I'd have you know though," I started, running my eyes through his body. He's well-built. I had already imagined how well his chest would crush my body. "If we do this, it would be just a one time thing."

"I'm not sure you'd be able to say so by the time I'm done with you."

"Okay then, enough of this torture." I said, grabbing his shirt, pulling him close to myself. Our lips collided and my body vibrated in ecstasy. His chest was even bigger than I thought. I ran my hand through his hair as we kissed.

Suddenly remembering that we were still in the bar, I tried to get us to go to the toilet.

"Worry not, my hotel suite is just two houses away." Jonathan said.

In few minutes, we were down each other's throats again in his hotel. Jonathan grabbed my butt, slowly caressing them as his warm mouth finessed my neck.

He ripped my clothes off and I wasn't even one bit bothered. I kept giggling like it was the best day of my life. Jonathan pushed me on the bed and went down on me. I gripped his hair tightly as he ate me up.

Okay, his game is absolutely good.

Would I really be able to get myself out of this?